ROSS BESCHLER
UPCOMING PERFORMANCES
Click here to read the NYTimes Jan 2017 article on Hothouse!
"Ross Beschler shines as one half of Teiresias.”
DC Metro Theatre Arts (Antigone, 2015)
"Nearly steals the show!"
Philadelphia Inquirer (Dionysus was Such a Nice Man, 2019)
“Ross Beschler as Arnholm is especially good, with a square-jawed earnestness that is just right.”
CityPaper (The Lady from the Sea, 2014)
"EgoPo veteran Ross Beschler is especially fine.”
Philadelphia Magazine (Delirium, 2016)
“Ross Beschler is daring; living in moments where most would be wary.”
PR Radio (Bootycandy, 2013)
"Beschler has the pacing and vocal pitch of a star."
Neal's Paper (He Who Gets Slapped, 2016)
“… the production rightly belongs to Ross Beschler’s incredibly measured performance as the restless, philosophical Vladimir. The narrative line sails on the back of his nuanced acting, and he deserves much of the credit for inspiring our belief in the meandering.”
Broad Street Review (Waiting for Godot, 2010)
“Beschler betrays the Emcee's despair only once, but that moment is just enough to convey the breadth of the show's dread and loss… it's worth coming inside when Beschler's Emcee beckons.”
Philadelphia Inquirer (Cabaret, 2009)
NOW PLAYING:
an interactive digital experience
Lead Artist: Ross Beschler
Co-created and performed by: Suli Holum, Matteo Scammell, and Lindsay Smiling
Cameo by Taysha Marie Canales
Co-created and web designed by Brenna Geffers of Die-Cast
A simple attempt to recover an expired password takes our viewer on an Orphean journey through the data afterlife of their own computer. Deleted files and digital demons confront them as they search for what they think they need - but is it time to let old things go?
Not sure if that sounds like it's for you? Check out this review!
NOW PLAYING:
an experimental video performance
with Wilma Hothouse performers
Anthony Martinez-Briggs & Ross Beschler
Directed by Blanka Zizka
video edits & effects by Taj Rauch
releases Friday June 26
@ WilmaTheatre.com
Quarantine. A hospital worker wrestles with what he wants to do, and what he has to do. Across the city, in a different room, the language of hate and ignorance is coming on like an infection. Code Blue: an emergency. The outlook is grim. But is there maybe love? Somewhere?